[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Killua's species wasn't made technically for the cold. When he was training to be an assassin as a kit, he had been forced to read different sort of textboks that explained the different species that existed in the world that they lived in. It was probably one of the most boring portions of his training but he had to do it and did it without really questioning it. Which how he came across what his own species was, that of a serval. They were known as being the most successful hunter out of all of the wildcats, and it was partially due to the fact that their massive ears made it extremely easy to hear something that was moving around. Even if it was underground they would be able to hear even a mouse that was scuttling around if they concentrated hard enough. Most of his species didn't even remotely look like him. There was someone that lived in Snowbound that he actually knew from the first clan that he ended up joinng. They were never on the best of terms, but the other was a serval just like him. But instead of being albino, the other had the golden coat and the black spots that covered his body. Killua never looked down on himself just because of the fact that he was albino. That simply wouldn't make any sense as he didn't exactly have any control of his genetics. If he really wanted to he could just end up dying his fur, but he wasn't exactly about that. Either way, he was able to learn quite quickly that his species wasn't meant for the cold, and instead were made for a savannah based environment. Tall grass that their pelt could help them hide in. Dry areas. Not something like Snowbound which one would think wouldn't be able to have any kind of serval in it. However, over the months that he had been alive, Killua had been through many different enviornments that made his fur grow in different lengths. Spending most of his time in cold environments recently meant that his fur was able to grow longer than it should have been. The assassin didn't have to worry about cold environments anyway out of consideration that he could change the temperature around him if he ever got that cold in the first place. Killua did have to be careful with some of his powers to make sure it didn't make him even colder than he already was as his powers sometimes worked on his emotions as well. Either way, the albino serval was almost perfectly at home in cold environments. Unless it was a freezing blizzard than he would most likely have difficulty in that regard. After the incident with London, Killua had been somewhat on high alert. No not really to protect others, because there was a possible chance that he would come across someone else that wanted to fight. He was technically a child, not even old enough to be considered that of a warrior, and yet he was more than willing to kill those that pissed him off.

Thanks to the sudden high security, the young male had made sure to put himself near borders. Hearing a voice he recognized and then one that he didn't, Killua began to make his way over toward where the sound was coming from. The albino serval constantly had his air elementals on which made it practically impossible to hear him moving as the elemental powers kept his pawsteps muffled, and then he used it so that he gave off no sort of scent, manipulating all of the air around his body. Keeping to the high ground like he almost always did, Killua would leap from branch to branch in the trees until he arrived on the scene. Noticing the puppy had already come into contact with the wildcat that was on the border. A sand cat? He hadn't seen one of those before. They were fairly small, although a bit bigger than that of a domestic cat. Serval's easily dwarfed them in size, but this one was a bit older than he was. Not like it mattered. The assassin laid himself down on the branch, his pelt blending in perfectly with the snow-covered branch. Raising one of his paws, he conjured a lollipop that he was quick to stick into his mouth. The scent of candy soon starting to filter through the area. His sapphire blue eyes did turn to look at the raven though that had joined in the fight to try and protect London. "Shouldn't you be resting?" The assassin stated calmly toward Cry, although his tone was fairly monotone. The could answer but she probably wouldn't anyway. After all, she had never answered his question about whatever the hell she wrote in the snow that day. He flicked one of his ears as he turned to look at the unknown female at the border. "I would have assumed you'd be shivering from the cold by now." Killua said in a bored tone as he stared at the other, his long metal claws sinking into the branch to make sure he didn't end up falling off back into the snow.

snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons